“Does number four know any one in New York named—Marie Bloise?”
“Marie Bloise!” Miette almost shouted. She put her white hand to her head, as if trying to think. Then suddenly she exclaimed:
“Lost a note? Yes, to Marie? Oh, where—where—Why did you not give it to me? Where is it? I must have it at once! My note to Marie! Oh, you could not be so cruel!” and with her hands to her face, she turned and rushed from the room as if ready to collapse from stifled emotion!
CHAPTER XIII
THE TROUBLES OF MIETTE
Dorothy and Rose-Mary followed Miette, leaving the others in consternation.
“How dare you do such a thing, Nita Brandt?” exclaimed Tavia, as masks and gowns were immediately discarded.
“Do what?” asked Nita, her face blazing, and her voice trembling.
“Pry into that girl’s affairs. You were told as well as the rest of us that we were to be most careful of her feelings. She does not understand American boarding schools,” said Tavia, with a sarcastic emphasis on the “boarding schools.”
“Is she any better than the rest of us?” fired back Nita.